“Sorrow’s my body on the waves, sorrow’s a girl inside my cake. I live in a city sorrow built. It’s in my honey, it’s in my milk. Don’t leave my hyper heart alone on the water. Cover me in rag and bone sympathy, ‘cause I don’t wanna get over you. I don’t wanna get over you.”— Sorrow, The National
The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration.